The Holiday

Summary: A rich and successful young woman takes a trip with her family they will never forget.

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Welcome, fellow readers. You are about to experience a rollercoaster ride
of blood and terror. What makes my story better than some of the others you may
have read? Well, there is only one simple answer. It is MY story and I am
better than all the other writers you have loved and admired. This is based on true events and confessing
what I have done may get me arrested, so I am trusting you not to turn me in.

I suppose you want to know a little about me? My name
is Samantha Febray, I am 25 years old and I come from an American family- a rich
and well respected one as a matter of fact. My father is a banker and a
graduate of Harvard Business School and my mother is both a lawyer and
classical musician. Because of my family’s status I am pressured to do well in
my career and was forced into doing a Masters degree. My parents moved here to
England when I was 14 but we tend to spend the summer back in L.A. I met my girlfriend, Lauren at school when I
was 13 but a year later when I had to move to England we had to keep a long
distance relationship by only seeing each other in the summer. However, as soon
as she turned 18 she moved to England to be with me and had a civil partnership
which her parents didn’t attend as they are strict Catholics.

Lauren and I have been married now for seven years and
she is five months pregnant with our son through artificial insemination. I have started my own business and Lauren is
working as an art dealer. On a Sunday
afternoon I was checking through my e-mails and saw I received a message from Lauren’s
mother. The e-mail said:

Samantha,

Have I not expressed my thoughts on
you and my daughter’s relationship enough to you? You are both committing a sin
every single day by being together. I do not want my youngest daughter going to
Hell. Not only are you female but you are pretentious, snobby and egotistical
and I cannot stand you. I will do everything in my power to ensure you are not in Lauren’s life but also the
baby’s.

I heard Lauren come into the room and I shut my laptop. She walked up to
me and put her arms around my neck; I could smell the sweet scent of her Vera
Wang perfume and feel her soft skin against mine.

“What are you doing honey?” she asked me.

“Just checking some work e-mails. I have lots to get through.”

“Remember, we have a whole summer away from the
stresses of work. We get to go home!”

An idea came into my head from nowhere.

“Why don’t we stay in the UK this year? Find somewhere
different to go. After all, we have lived for all these years and we have only
been to London and Brighton.”

Lauren smiled and her eyes gleamed, she nodded her
head and answered,

“You’re absolutely right Sam. We should! Why don’t you
find somewhere nice for us to go?”

I smirked and a darkness rose over me when I asked
Lauren,

“Why don’t we ask your parents to come with us?”

Lauren’s voice rose,

“My parents? We have not spoken to them in years.”

I looked straight at her with a fake smile on my face,

“I know but I thought by us going on a trip together
we could try and put our differences aside.”

“Do you think that will really work?”

“Of course. After all, our son deserves to have his
grandparents in his life.”

“What would I do without you?” Lauren kissed me
softly.

She always tasted of vanilla, from the first time I
kissed her when I was 13 to that exact moment.

“I’m going to the store to buy some bread. I’ll be
back in a minute, honey.” Lauren left the room and I heard the front door
close.

I opened up my
laptop and looked for haunted towns in the United Kingdom and with a detailed
search I found the perfect place to take them.
I discovered Antrim Town, County Antrim in Northern Ireland.

“A number of residents to the area have spotted ghosts
of people hanging from the trees. Local folklore says that this was once the
location of a hanging tree.”

I read to
myself out loud. I researched the area as a whole and saved the information to
my memory stick.

The next day while I was bored at work I planned on
replying to my mother in law’s e-mail but whatever I planned to say, it didn’t
sound right. I was looking around my
office with much disgust; Lauren decorated it without asking me what I wanted.
I wanted it simple and professional but she decided to turn it into Barbie’s
dream house. The walls looked like Hubba Bubba bubble gum had thrown up on them
and instead of leather seats there were bean bags and inflatable chairs. I was waiting to have it re-decorated without
her knowing. I was glad my clients had not criticised me on it as they know I
am too rich and well respected for them to say anything. I checked through my e-mails again and found
an e-mail from one of my clients saying our meeting has to be moved from this
afternoon to this evening.

“FUCK!!!” I shouted. I slammed my laptop down as hard
as I could. I got up and locked my door. I opened up my draw and took out a large
kitchen knife I kept as I used to slice myself regularly at work due to stress
and pressure. I undid the buttons of my
trousers, pulled them down to my shins and then I cut my thighs….slowly but
hard. I didn’t feel anything whilst I did it but then the stinging sensation
came afterwards. I used baby wipes to wipe away the blood as it was rushing
down my legs. I put my trousers back on, doing each button up was an effort. I
noted down in my pad how it felt and how deep the cuts were from last time. I
felt dizzy from the blood loss but I somehow managed to do it and focus for the
rest of the day.

Towards the end
of the day I replied to my mother in law’s e-mail telling her that I was ‘sorry
for any hurt that I may have caused her and wanted to start a fresh by going on
holiday together’. After I told Lauren what I said in the e-mail she was so
happy we made love twice that night.

The next morning my mother in law replied saying she
would give it a go for her unborn grandson’s sake. I booked the flights right
then. I did not however, tell my mother in law about the sights of ghosts in
Antrim, I wanted to keep that as a surprise.

When Lauren’s parents came over the night before so we
could fly out together, I was left out of every conversation. I was made to
wait on both of them hand and foot. They wish I had never been born, they had
told me that several times. Lauren’s mother is extremely overweight and has
breathing problems. She had never worked a day in her life and devoted her time
to her many cats. She wore a ginger wig and had smudged red lipstick which made
her look like a hung-over clown. Her
husband was a very thin, frail man who commits himself to his fat whale of a
wife.

“You call this
a cup of tea, it is very weak!” Lauren’s mother moaned with a disgusted look.

“I’ll put another tea bag in for you, then.”

“No need. I’ll drink it.”

“But you just said
it was weak.”

“Samantha, do you mind? I am having a catch up with my
daughter.”

I muttered “you’re going to suffer.” and left the
room. I went into the bathroom and
uncontrollable rage come over me. I started slicing. I slice my legs so none of my staff and
clients can see the scars, Lauren being my wife knew I have scars. She didn’t
like it but she had no idea how much pressure I was under. The blood rushing from my thighs was the only
real release I could purely enjoy as I was used to the sensations of orgasms.

There was a knock on the door. I pulled up my
trousers.

“Who is it?” I asked.

“Honey, it’s me. Are you in there?”

I put the knife in one of the drawers and opened the
door. Lauren looked like a Hollywood actress as she had curled her hair and was
wearing a black cocktail dress which showed off her beautiful curves, she was
wearing the ruby necklace I bought her for our engagement.

“I just wanted to see if you were okay?”

“I will be fine. Do they want the apple tart yet?”

“I know what you were doing; Sam and they aren’t worth
hurting yourself over.”

“I’ll defrost the ice cream.” I walked past Lauren and
went downstairs; she didn’t try and stop me to talk to her which I thought she
would.

The next morning we left at 5am to get to London
Heathrow for 7am. Our flight to Belfast took less than an hour but it seemed
like three hours as Lauren’s mother was complaining about feeling hot and
claustrophobic. We arrived at Belfast by around 10:30am and got the train to
County Antrim. We checked into the Dunsilly Hotel which had an old fashioned
glamour about it. The hotel receptionist asked us in a strong Northern Irish
accent which I could barely understand,

“Where are you folks off to, today?”

“Antrim Town.” I answered whilst I was taking my
credit card out of my purse.

“Ah. We have lots of folk from all over visiting Antrim
Town. To let you folk know breakfast is served from 6am until 10am.”

“Is it complimentary?” I asked.

“Yes and it is a buffet so you can have as much as you
like”

“Did you hear that Marie, all you can eat buffet, you
must be happy!”

“Screw you Samantha! Harold, are you going to let her
speak to me like that?”

Lauren’s father didn’t say anything, he just stood
there awkwardly.

Lauren’s mum took the hotel key from the manager and stomped
upstairs with her husband.

The hotel manager handed me our key and said,

“You have the hotel suite which includes a Jacuzzi,
queen sized bed, mini fridge and an entertainment system. It is three doors
down from your parents- in law Ms. Febray.”

“Thank you.” I shook his hand and gave him a £20
note. I don’t usually tip at hotels but
as he helped piss off my mother-in-law I wanted to thank him.

I carried our bags upstairs and unpacked while Lauren
was resting. When she fell asleep I went downstairs to speak to the
receptionist.

“What time is the last bus from here to Antrim Town?”

“I will find that out for you now, Ms Febray.”

While he was calling the bus company a rush of
excitement hit me and I couldn’t stop smiling, luckily he wasn’t looking at me
at the time, otherwise he would have thought I was insane.

“The last bus is at 10:45 tonight. And to get back it
is 1:30am.”

“Perfect. Thank you.”

I left the hotel to collect ‘supplies’ for tonight as
I wouldn’t be able to get some of the stuff past security at the airport which
took almost half the day.

I went back upstairs to tell Lauren and her parents
that we were going to Antrim Town tonight. They weren’t happy about getting there so late
but I told them the receptionist suggested a moonlight stroll by the lake. After dinner we got on the 10:45 bus, Lauren’s
mother was complaining about not being able to see anything in the dark.

When we got to Antrim Town there weren’t even any lamp
posts to see where we were walking to but I somehow felt like I had been there
before and automatically knew where we were going…maybe it was due to the
thorough research I had done such as looking at maps and landmarks.

“There have been sightings of different ghosts….. such
as a female cyclist and people hung from a tree ….”

“Oh my!” exclaimed Lauren’s mother.

After several minutes walk around the town I came across
what I was looking for. The hanging tree. I stared at it for several moments.

“Why are you staring at the tree, Sam?” Lauren asked
me concerned.

I turned around and faced everybody.

“I brought you here for a reason.”

I took out a hand gun from my bag and pointed it to
Lauren’s father and shot him in the foot, to injure him. He fell to the floor
instantly and started screaming in agony.

“What the hell have you done?” Lauren cried.

Lauren’s mum lay next to her husband, pressed her
hands on his wound and was looking at me with fear, her pupils had widened
greatly. I walked up to Lauren’s mum and pointed the gun. Lauren started
gripping me on the arm to stop me and I shoved her away.

I then shot Lauren’s mum in the leg, to again, only
injure her. Now both of them were pleading. Lauren’s dad cried out,

“Do what you like with me, but please let them go!”

I walked up to Lauren and told her,

“I don’t want to do this but I have too….”

I pushed her to the ground and sat on top of her. She
was clawing at me, she screeched,

“Sam! Please don’t do this! Think of the baby!” I took out the rope from my bag and tied the
noose around her neck. My in laws were continuing to moan and groan in pain. With
all the strength I had in my body I dragged her to the tree. I tied the rope
around the branch. I made her stand on a stall which I found in the nearby area
and made her stand on it. When I forced her to jump off it, I heard her neck
snap….

“You killed her!” Lauren’s dad shouted.

“Now you know what it is like to suffer. I will give
you two choices. I can let you both go if you promise not to go to the
police…because if you do, I will kill your other daughters. Option two is I
kill you both now to put you out of your misery.”

They both looked at each other, hoping the other would
tell them what to do.

“Harold, you make the decision for both of us.” She held his hand tight.

“Are you sure, Marie?” he stared into her watery eyes.

“I can’t live with what I saw tonight…..”

“Me either……”

Lauren’s dad looked at me and said,

“Do it. Shoot us both.”

I threw him the gun and said,

“Make it look like a joint suicide.” I walked away and headed towards an abandoned
allotment where I knew there was a car which I could break into. When I got
into the car I heard the two gun shots. A smirk appeared on my face and I
started the engine. I actually for the first time in my life felt happy.

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Althea Kerr:
This is a tale that is all too familiar to South African readers having lived through a war era on our borders and beyond. It is obviously autobiographical as the mind under duress is so detailed and real. It has fantastic suspense if a bit disjointed - perhaps that is the fear and loneliness com...

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This probably has to be one of the best books I've read on here. I read it quite quickly and I'll have to say the story took a turn towards the end that I did not see coming. The topic discussed in this book such as life really gave me a new insight and I realize that it is taken for granted.

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matrixmark:
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